The kids came by today. We had a great visit, got stuff done, made fun of me. It was, in a word, "hoot". In 2 words, "a hoot." 2 words and punctuation; apologies.
Hours later, after life had clicked back and we are all somewhere else, I walked into the kitchen and noticed crumbs on the floor. I'm no cleans-horse but I had made an effort in advance of the little ones' appearance. But now, despite my efforts, there had been schmutz there all along? Mortified I was (not a palindrome, BTdubs) until I crouched down and investigated further.
These were matzah crumbs! One might deduce from this that while one says he vacuums his house once a month, he is a liar as he would have done it at least once since Passover ended. But instead understand that my two children had spent a few minutes of their time with me standing in the kitchen, joking with each other and (most importantly in one particular sense), eating matzah!
Now exonerated of certain charges of slovenliness I still had to contend with the crumbs and I, like a dutiful old man, got my vacuum and started vacuuming vast swatches of my apartment, grumbling under my breath "dang kids, come here, eat my stuff and make a mess and then suddenly just HAVE to leave when it comes time to do some cleaning."
And I smiled broadly the entire time I said it.
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